Scars Of A Broken Bond

“You two may converse. I shall depart momentarily. Do not prolong your discussion,” the officer announced before gracefully exiting the room, leaving the two women alone.

In the dimly lit chamber, Galilea cast a piercing glare in Sabrina’s direction, a trace of malevolence glinting within her eyes, coupled with a hint of exasperation. “Sabrina, I promised to testify on the second day. How dare you break your promise and call the officer!”

With a wry and sardonic smile, Sabrina pulled her chair closer, positioning herself squarely across from Galilea.

“Isn’t it you who broke your promise? Do you believe I am unaware of your ploys to obstruct the investigation and tip Zeke off? Right from the outset, you harbored no intention to testify!”

Galilea retorted, her voice fraught with incredulity. “This is ridiculous! Zeke was the very criminal who abducted me years ago. How could I possibly inform him?”

Undeterred, Sabrina held her ground, her tone resolute.

Sabrina asserted, punctuating her words with a scornful grin. “How much do you hate me? Perhaps even surpassing the

plan, the station’s technical experts meticulously resurrected fragments of Facebook chats and call logs from Galilea’s mobile

intertwined nature of Galilea and Sabrina with both the kidnapping and vehicular accident investigations, the chief vested this case with special scrutiny, stumbling upon

pondering how Galilea could harbor such an intense

engineered Sabrina’s downfall and

ears, her countenance froze, betraying her inner

from the officer that you wished to see me. What do you want to tell

teeth and uttered, “Sabrina, draft a letter

attempted rape. Obtaining the victim’s understanding might offer her a slender hope

bars, for it would irrevocably mar her career and